this day has had so little of me in it that i am reduced to taking a photo of carpetbiter1's book.

she likes a pink book with sparkles on it does carpetbiter1. i bite my lip and try not to tell her to read all the books i read as a child. she is very proud that she read this on her own. and i am proud of her too

with rosy cheeks from a sunny bike ride i sat down and spent 5 hours typing stuff up. i rode back home, gathered my props and guided my kids through their afternoon of sporting activity. i remain flummoxed by my son's energy and general cocky-ness but resolved my feelings by wrestling him heartily before bed. carpetbiter1 plugged away at her book review with determination and a rare moment of concentration.

no room in all this for anything for me. maybe tomorrow.